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I don’t know if you can tell from this picture, but my tights are labeled with the bones and cuts of meat found on the human leg. I made them with the help of a Sharpie marker and a tolerant friend, who unfortunately got the terms written on her skin through the tights as well.

I very much dislike heat waves in September. They limit my options terribly. No sweaters, no hats, no scarves. Except for my snazzy chainmail scarf. The theme of the day is “Punked out Flower Fairy.” I think.

Not entirely happy with this, but too late to go back now. I wish my socks matched. Or that I’d worn sandals. I’ve sworn that I will wear the outfit I photograph, with no major alterations, but damn it’s gonna be murder walking around in boots all day…

I slept with the window open and woke up utterly convinced that the rest of the world must still be as cold as my bedroom. I dressed accordingly. That thing in my hand? that’s a woolly hat. Yes, in September in Richmond. It made sense until I closed the window.

Used Car Salesman Jacket–Goodwill

Dress–Banana Republic

Socks–Powell’s Bookstore

Boots–L.L. Bean

Hat–My mad knitting skillz

Poison Ring–Bad Girlz Collective

By the way, the head of Blackbeard that’s leering down at me is not some kind of freakish accident. He belongs in the room, and will probably be in most of my outfit shots. Hope you like him, because he’s here to stay.

EDIT: It was too hot to wear most of this outfit outside, but the jacket and wool hat came in super-handy once I got to my afternoon class, which was freezing cold. Score!